Tang Dynasty good brother

Chapter 450 Ding You
"Master, Zhenheng is here, look at him, don't you have something to say to him?"

Wei Zheng stretched out his hand weakly, and said angrily, "Why are you crying, no one is immortal, get closer to me, I have something to tell you, some things, I want to tell you."

"Master, you said that the disciple must do his best."

"When I die, no one can hold you down, let alone the saint. The saint has done a good job. For thousands of years, there has been no monarch who has done better than the saint, but I'm afraid. I am afraid that the sage will be confused when he gets old. In the future, don't always quarrel with Chu Suiliang. Under the Zhongshu sect, we must twist them into one rope, so that the sage can't do anything recklessly. This prosperous world will continue for a few more years."

Qin Hao sadly said: "Master, don't talk about court affairs, you have done enough in the past 16 years, and you will definitely leave a strong mark in the history books in the future. This disciple is proud of you."

Wei Zheng's eyes lit up, he seemed a little excited, and suddenly coughed, and after a while, he suddenly said in a high voice: "Not enough! Not enough! I can never get enough of this peaceful and prosperous age. This is the best era, yes In the era when I participated in the creation, even if I went to see King Youdu, I would still watch her closely, you have to guard her for me! Guard her for another 40 years!"

"Yes, master, don't worry, I assure you, as long as I live for a day, this world will still be prosperous like never before."

"Good~ good! I still have to tell you."

"You say."

"Today's sages are willing to take advice, that's why I, Wei Zheng, have become strong. If one day, the new sage is unwilling to accept advice, you, under one person, will become the new sage." A thorn in my side, I want you to promise me, no matter what, you can’t let the new sage take away the power of the province, people are not sages, if the emperor has no one around him who can restrain him, it is definitely not a good thing.”

"Okay master, I understand, please don't talk about the court, don't you have any family affairs to entrust to me?"

Wei Zheng smiled, "Family matters? Really, I, Wei Zheng, is an extremely human minister. In the future, my child will inherit my title, and he will never be short of food and clothing for the rest of his life. You have to promise me that you can't do more to Shuyu because of me." Take care."

"what?"

Qin Hao was taken aback for a moment, almost thinking that he was a servant.

"You heard me right, there is no official in the imperial court that does not affect the interests of thousands of people. It is fine for this child to be a small official. If he wears a purple robe, it will be a loss to the world. Don't do it for my sake. And private use of public equipment."

Qin Hao cried even more when he heard the words, but he listened to Wei Zheng rambling and forced himself to entrust him for half an hour, but he didn't say a word for himself and his family, it was all business, the more so, the more uncomfortable Qin Hao was, When the official duties were entrusted, the last breath in my belly was gone.

Wei Zheng left, very peacefully.

When he was alive, he was a warrior, and he beat the sky and the air. Few civil and military men in the court had not been sprayed by him. He often pointed at Fang Xuanling's nose and scolded him. Even Li Shimin was afraid of him. Befriend him.

And after he died, most of the people in Chang'an City were crying for him.

Li Shimin was so sad that he cried half-truthfully until he fainted. He ordered the court to stop for five days and be buried in Zhaoling.

Originally, Li Shimin wanted to have a generous burial, but Pei refused, saying that Wei Zheng had been thrifty all his life, and he only needed a light car to transport the body. Chen left the last bit of color.

On the day of the burial, Qin Hao wore a rough linen filial piety dress cut with a knife, and knelt beside the tombstone, almost welcoming him as his own son. Li Shimin patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"I am sorry for your loss."

"Your Majesty, I have had no father since I was a child, and I have relied entirely on my master to take care of me. I am here today. Please allow me to be my master Ding You here."

Li Shimin was taken aback, and said, "Ding You is the gift of the Son of Man. As a disciple, I naturally understand the sorrow in your heart, but now you are also a prime minister. You should keep this filial piety in your heart."

"Your Majesty, the subject has made up his mind, please agree no matter what." Qin Hao kowtowed.

Li Shimin sighed, and said: "It's rare for you to have such filial piety, anyway, since you insist on treating Ding You as a son of man, you have to allow me to seize love for the sake of state affairs, so let's do one month for one day, and keep it for 27 days .”

"My lord, thank you for your understanding."

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Qin Hao invited Ding You, which was unexpected by no one. After all, he was only a disciple, not a son. Fortunately, Li Shimin was sympathetic, otherwise, if he were to leave his job for 27 months, it would be a lot of fun.

In fact, the court soon became terrified, because less than three days after going back to work after the Lantern Festival, Cen Wenwen suddenly suffered a stroke and became paralyzed. Judging from this posture, he didn't have long to live.

This is so unlucky, this group of people even died together.

Among the two ministers of Zhongshu Province, one Ding You and the other paralyzed, Fang Xuanling, who was in his sixties, had to return to his job. The workload at the beginning of the new year was quite heavy, and the loss of his deputy scared Li Shimin all day. Three meals of ginseng chicken soup were delivered, the thief cared about his health, and insisted not to let him work overtime, for fear that even the unlucky one would also lie down.

In the end, Fang Xuanling was fine, but Li Shimin probably lay down because of excessive grief.

Old Li's ancestral disease: "wind disease".

From the perspective of modern medical thinking, this wind disease should be high blood pressure + cerebral thrombosis, and later it will be a brain tumor. Both Li Yuan and Li Shimin have been tortured by this damn disease, including Li Zhi in history. Fault, a disease for decades but never die, this is Wu Zetian.

In short, this disease can't kill people for the time being, but the thief is so disgusting. Li Shimin is just over 40 this year, and he won't die like Li Yuan, but it is certain to be uncomfortable, especially the complication of dizziness, vertigo, and deafness. The emperor, who is used to controlling everything, simply cannot accept it.

I don’t know who suggested it. Someone suggested that Li Shimin go to the eastern suburbs to pray for blessings, pay homage to the heaven and earth, and relax his mind. Maybe it will be good for his illness. Li Shimin thought, anyway, he is so confused now that he can’t do anything serious. Well, this year was so unfavorable, and he just happened to get rid of the bad luck, so he left Li Chengqian and Fang Xuanling to supervise the country, and led most of the civil and military officials to chat with God.

Don't look at Fang Xuanling as semi-retired at other times, when this kind of superintendent is still very serious about his work, he is also well-organized.

At such a delicate moment, Hou Junji has been lying at home raising his legs, never getting up to join in with him, and Li Shimin doesn't care about him, even though he is in Lingyan Pavilion, anyone with a discerning eye can see it , he was more or less out of favor.

But on the second night after Li Shimin left, a miraculous thing happened. Hou Junji was wearing armor and holding a sword, standing mightily in his yard, looking half lame.

(End of this chapter)